Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.